Dancing Like This...

Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: A special party to celebrate TGS's 100th episode.
A/N: Just a little short fic. I guess. It's a little on the weird side.

"Wow. 100. Can you believe it, Pete?" Liz asked him one day.
"No, not really. It feels like it was just yesterday when Tracy joined the cast and Jack became our new boss."
Liz smirked.
"Huh. Five years sure goes by quickly."
Pete nodded and Liz left his office.
She went to the 52nd floor to see Jack.
"Can you get a really fancy venue if I want to host a party?" she asked him.
Jack smirked.
"What kind of party?" he asked.
"I want to host a party for the crew. You know, the 100th episode is coming up and I want them to enjoy a little party. And, I wanna see how they look if it was a black tie."
Jack smirked, yet again.
"You're going to host a black tie? By yourself?"
"Of course not! I want you to help me since you've been to so many fancy parties."
Jack thought for a minute or two until he finally came to his decision.
He nodded.
"Yay! Call me when you have ideas."

** 

After weeks and weeks of planning, Jack and Liz were both exhausted. It was like planning a wedding! At least they got the job done.
They sent out the invitations a week before.
"Black Tie? What does that even mean?" Frank asked.
"It means--" Liz started.
"No, no. I got it, Lemon." he said, interrupting Liz. "It means that you are to wear a tuxedo to this party."
"Can I still wear my hat?"
Jack looked at him as if he was joking. When he realized he wasn't, he cleared his throat.
"Oh. Yes, Frank. You may still wear your hat. As for the rest of you, tuxedos. Women, you know what to wear."
Jenna smirked.
"What's so funny?" Cerie asked her.
"Oh, nothing," Jenna said. "Nothing at all."
After they gave the invitations, Liz called the caterer to see if everything was alright.
"The caterer says that they have our order placed," Liz said.
"Great. The bakery said that they got the cake and cupcake order."
Liz smiled.
"What about the winery?" she asked him.
"I'll take care of it."
"Looks like everything's working out now. I think we're ready."
"One last thing; who are you going to be wearing on the night of the party?"
"What do you mean 'who I'm wearing?' I'm wearing myself."
"No, no. I mean, which designer?"
"Oh. I dunno. NY&C, I guess. What are you wearing?"
"I will be wearing an Armani tuxedo. This tuxedo will be tailored and delivered here by Mister Armani himself the day before the party. After all, this is an A-List party."
"An A-List party? I thought it was just the crew."
Jack chuckled.
"No, Lemon. Celebrities like David and Victoria Beckham, Colin Firth, Helena Bonham-Carter, Brad Pitt and Sandra Bullock will all be there. I booked such an intimate venue because of it."
Liz's jaw dropped.
"Posh?! Brad Pitt?! How did you get them--"
Jack shushed her.
"I have connections, Lemon. So, please wear something flattering."
Liz rolled her eyes.
"You think I can't pull off something that's off-brand? Psh. Well, you got it wrong, buddy. I can wear a dress better than Angelina Jolie!"
"We don't talk about her here," Jack whispered.
"Oh! Right. Sorry, NBC," Liz said.
"Okay. If you think you can do it, I will NOT let you. I will give you my gold card so you can buy some--"
Liz grabbed the card from him.
"Great, thanks! See you in a few."

**

At about ten o' clock in the evening, someone knocked on Jack's door. He got up from his couch and turned the television off.
Jack opened the door and found a woman with many shopping bags in hand. She was wearing a dress and had very tall heels, sunglasses on, and her hair was really straight.
"May I help you?" Jack asked.
"Yes, is Mister Donaghy here?" the woman asked.
"You're talking to him," he replied.
"Oh. Well, I'm here to return your gold card."
"Lemon? Is that you?" Jack asked.
He had to admit, he was pretty surprised. Lemon actually looked very attractive...not that he would tell her that.
Liz took off her sunglasses.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"Well, I hardly recognized you."
"I think I spent about......twenty thousand dollars?"
"Oh, that's good enough. I'm getting my bonus tomorrow, though."
"Is that like, cheap in businessman world?" Liz asked, smirking.
Jack nodded.
"Well, I'll see you at the party tomorrow evening. Goodnight, Jack."
The next morning, Liz decided to wear one of the many dresses she bought. If Jack couldn't recognize her, then the dum-dums she works with won't stand a chance.
"Whoa! Who are you?" Lutz asked Liz.
Liz tried her fake English accent.
"I am Bridget Layne. I am Miss Lemon's replacement for today."
"Oh. Sweet. Hey, guys! No Liz means no Hitler!"
The writers all started chanting, "USA! USA! USA!"
Liz rolled her eyes and took off her sunglasses.
"It's me, you morons," she said.
Lutz screamed.
"Oh my God! Bridget got plastic surgery to look and sound like Liz!"
Liz sighed and walked to her office.
This was going to be a long day.

**

Party day! Right after work, Liz went home and changed for the party.
Jack knocked on her door at about seven o' clock to pick her up.
"Wow, Lemon," was all he said.
Liz smiled, but Jack clearly saw that she was blushing.
"Shall we?" he asked.
"We shall," she replied.
The car ride to the party took just a few minutes. Before Liz stepped outside, she looked out the window just to find millions of paparazzo and a red carpet.
"Seriously, Jack?" she asked.
"You wanted something fancy. Here it is," he said with a wink.
They stepped outside and Liz was almost blinded by the flashes of light from the cameras. Luckily, Jack helped her and guided her through the carpet with no questions asked. That is, until one reporter came to them.
"And here I am now with the hosts of this amazing party, Mister Jack Donaghy and his lovely wife, Mrs. Elizabeth Lemon-Donaghy. How does it feel to host the party of the year?"
Wife? What? Pfft. She has to be kidding.
Jack nudged her, signaling her to say something.
"Oh. Um. Hello, Ann. Planning for this party with my um, husband has been loads of fun. I hope everyone enjoys each other's company because this party is sure to last long," she said smiling.
The reporter left them and Liz pulled Jack over to a corner.
"What?" he asked impatiently.
"What did she mean by wife?"
Jack chuckled.
"She said wife?"
Liz nodded.
"Oh, don't worry about it. I'm sure it's nothing."
"Jack! It's something! I--"
Jack traced her jawline and leaned in a little closer to Liz's face.
"Don't worry about it," he whispered. "We just have to stay together the whole time, okay?"
Liz nodded.
They went inside the building and it looked amazing. There were lots of tables in the center, a mini-buffet near the side with a bar next to it. Last but not least, there was a stage next to a dance floor. The stage was occupied with a singer and his band, who was apparently singing smooth classics.
"Jack, this is amazing! How did you even plan all this?" she asked him.
"I have my ways. The TGS cake is by our table if you want to take a look at it. I say we did a pretty good job, Lemon."
Liz smiled at him, almost adoringly.
"We did good, Donaghy. We did good."
Jack got them a few drinks and they sat at their table talking and laughing.
Jenna noticed them from a mile away and called herself a genius. She knew this party would bring them closer together, if not already.
"Would you like to dance?" Jack asked him.
"No, thanks. I'm not a really good--Oh my gosh, this is my favorite song!"
Jack smiled as he guided her to the dance floor.
"I didn't know you liked Bing Crosby," he said.
"This song makes me relax. It reminds me of happier times," she replied.
They were swaying slowly on the dance floor. Jack had his hands on the small of her back, while Liz had her hands on the back of his neck, resting her head on his chest. The song kept going on and on, as if it never wanted to end.
"But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream...of me," the singer sung, concluding the song. He started singing "Just the Way You Look Tonight" which was the perfect song.
This was a very comfortable position for Liz. She never really slow-dances with guys. She never gets nervous when she's this close to a man. Her heart never pounds as fast as this. What was this feeling?
"Jack?" she whispered softly, so soft that she didn't know if he even heard her.
"Yes, Lemon?" he whispered back.
Oh. He heard her. Yup. So, was it time to say this?
She looked up at him, smiling.
"I'm having a really great time tonight," she said.
"Me too, Lemon. Me too," he replied, just before kissing her forehead.
They kept dancing, but distanced away a little bit.
"This is so weird," she said.
"What is?"
"Us dancing with other people we don't know. Everyone I work with is seeing me dance with you and I'm wearing a dress with no back--"
"Let's go get some air."
"Yes. Air would be nice," she said.
They went outside and found no paparazzo. Probably because stupid Frank let them in, Liz thought.
"We were just dancing," Jack said.
Liz sighed and put her hands on his shoulder.
"You really don't understand?" she asked him.
Jack shook his head.
Liz leaned in, closing her eyes. Jack closed his eyes as well, but as soon as he did, Liz opened hers and told Jack she wanted a drink.
"I want a, uh, vodka martini, dry. Like, really dry. With lots of olives. At least three olives."
Jack nodded and went back inside.
Liz took deep breaths. Why is she feeling like this? I mean, it's just a party.
Meanwhile, Jenna gave up on looking for David Beckham, so she went outside. There, she saw Liz sitting on a bench.
"Hey. What's up?" Jenna asked her.
"Oh. I thought you were someone else."
"Did you think I was Jack?"
"What? No!"
"Liz. Look at me. I know when you're lying."
Liz sighed.
"Yes. I thought you were him because I wanted to tell him something."
"What did you want to tell him?"
"Nothing, Jenna. It's...personal."
"Come on, Liz. You can tell me anything. I promise promise promise that I won't tell anyone!"
Liz cleared her throat.
"Alright. Earlier, Jack and I were slow-dancing. Then, something in my stomach like, leaped or something. My heart was pounding so fast and I was getting all nervous around him. What should I do?"
Jenna's jaw dropped.
"You like him!" she loudly whispered.
Liz told her to shush.
"I don't know, Jenna. I mean, even if I do, he wouldn't date me. I'm a nerd. Everyone hates me."
"Lemon!" Jack called out from the door.
"Oh, crap. It's him. I'll just wing this," Liz told Jenna.
Jenna gave her a thumbs-up. It's nice to know there's still some non-superficial women in the world.
She ran back to the door where Jack was and grabbed her drink.
"Where were you?" he asked her.
"Bench. Getting some fresh air."
"Lemon?"
"S'yeah?"
"Ithinkiloveyou," he quickly said.
"I'm sorry. What did you say?"
"I think we better go inside."
"Umm...okay."
Jack led her to their table and sat down. By this time, Liz was confused. What was Jack going to say to her?
"Lemon, I think I may have--"
Then, "What the World Needs Now" started playing from the stereos and Liz asked him to dance.
Yes, dancing. Body language is more important than words, Jack thought. This would be the better place to say it. More romantic, more fitting.
"Hey, Jack? What if we both say what we wanted to say at the count of three?"
Jack looked surprised, but agreed to do so.
"Okay. One...two...three!"
"I think I like you," Liz said.
"I think I love you," Jack said.
They both said that at the exact same time.
"Wait. You love me?" Liz asked him.
"I think I do. Ever since we started this party planning thing, we've been spending more time together and I've gotten to know your after-work side better."
"And...?"
"I like it. The very thought of it just makes me want to love you even more...if that's okay with you."
Liz's mouth formed an "oh."
"Wow. This is all so unexpected. I--wow. Jack, I...you want to have a relationship with me?"
"That's...what I'm asking," he said.
Liz smiled and nodded.
"I'd like that," she said.
She put her head back on his chest and they kept dancing, swaying in rhythm.

"What the world needs now...is love, sweet love. It's the only thing...that there's just too little of."

END